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We're Married!
The Short Story:
On the 30th of March, 2002 in a brief but beautiful ceremony in our house in Pittsford, NY, we became, as Haley would say, a flamily.
The Longer story:
True to Kal's wedding experience, there was a little hitch in the plans. Oh, the day was planned so well; we coordinated the pickup and hosting of 11 guests from Kansas, Missouri, NYC, and even Australia. The guests lodged comfortably in all of the beds, air mattresses, and couches in the house.
On the day before the wedding, Kal replaced one of those stupid American Standard toilets, which, due to age and crappy design, had been irritating the guests. So, rather than wait until returning from the honeymoon, he ripped it out, went and got a new one, and installed it. More on the continuation to this story later.
The morning of the wedding came, and the girls went to get hair and nails done, so Kal took some of the guests to the best breakfast place in town. This is the restaurant that Miranda and Kal have frequented, going at least one weekend day every week that they stay in town, and often visiting both days.
Now, Kal only eats the uncooked part of the fried egg. Only the runny yellow part. Don't ask why.
So this day, as per usual, he enjoyed a couple of egg yolks and some bacon (nature's most perfect food) and toast. Most of the breakfast party also enjoyed eggs.
A couple of hours later, Kal felt a stomach ache coming on, and had lost most of his usually boundless energy. The family, accustomed to his neurotic nature, assured him it was nerves.
It wasn't nerves.
Kal felt bad for hoping that someone else would also suffer from the affliction that sent him to the bathroom in a rush, forcing him to lose his years' long no-puking record. But he did hope it would prove to be food poisoning, so he needed someone else to suffer.
It was food poisoning, as Jeff confirmed as he christened the new toilet.
So Miranda hosted the house full of wedding guests while Kal lay in bed cursing the bad luck.
He made it up for the ceremony (note the whiteness of his face), slept for a while, and made it to the reception for a couple of hours until finally collapsing on the hotel bed slightly before 10:00. (Jeff, by the way, with less of an incentive to rise, rested and bolted to the bathroom for the rest of the night.)
It was a memorable day.
We both felt better the next day, and were back to normal on Monday. Just in time for the honeymoon!